A song about being forgotten.  But being able to come back to life. 
Experimenting with electronic music on FL Studio

Forgotten Outpost

Am I Still Here Test

Well there’s children at the border
And a racist order
Are growing to cull the meek

And orange man is dropping bombs
In the wake of old Saddam
But the Saudi’s keep him on a leash

Now our cakes aren’t being made
And the LGB parade are fighting with the Q and T
And our speech is out the door
Cause our histories are poor
Looking like it’s 1984

So you’ll tweet
Orange man is mean
And go back to buying love and cheap 50 inch screens
So you’ll say… “What can we do?”

If you wanna make the world a better place then, kill yourself.
Cause anyone who is anyone aint, aint helpin anybody else.
And if you think you’ve never been wrong, well.
I’ve got a motherfucking bridge to sell you
Can’t blame death on cigarettes when
You knew what you’d reap you knew what you’d reap

Oh the revolution won't be televised.
No, it'll be a Tweet
Cause anyone who is anyone aint, aint got the time to believe

So go down to you’re local larping rally yell “Fuck the police”
And then go home and watch your shows.
And argue on the net but you will never vote unless for weed.

And I wonder
What it’s like?
Being outraged all the time!
And I wonder
Why cant you see?
You’re blatant outright hypocrisy!

And I can’t wait til the democrats
Can win again.
So we can go back to being blind

So blind..

If you wanna make the world a better place well then just, kill yourself
Metaphorically
I feel I have to explain myself
In this day and age

Get off your facebook!
And stop wasting time
On a cause that is digital
Change starts with action
Not losing your minds
on arguments that are cyclical
It’s sickening how super cynically
our state of mind descends into anxieties hold

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If you wanna make the world a better place well then just, kill yourself

M-E-T-A-P-H-O-R-I-C-A-L-L-Y

No Good One Shoe - Pity Party - 03 Make The World A Better Place

There’s a man in these parts
He’s botttlin by the day
There aint nothin a woman can do or say.
Cause the man in the hills won’t stray
Oh he’s bottle his days away
And he’s got him a Whiskey Dick!

And he won’t play

In the land of the Saints
He dares to walk astray
Bred from sin in this world
And he’ll keep on keepin his ways
Well now Whiskey diddy
Came out that womb a drunk
On that day he was born
With that little wiskey stump
From that moment his mammy knew

He’d bottle booze

Far over.
The whiskey mountains cold
Through dungeons deep
And caverns old
The pines were roaring
From the height
The wind was moaning
Through the night
The fire was red
It’s flaming spread
The trees like torches
Blazed with light

No Good One Shoe

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